Clementine:
However, before the monster could attack me, Yorick grabbed him by the neck and tossed him into the shelves. One shelf toppled into another, and I knew it would cause a lot of noise. Yorick quickly ran to hold the other shelf, stopping it from falling, but the products still rained down. I got up, grabbed the butcher knife I'd used earlier, and swung it at the creature's neck. Its head rolled under the counter while the body collapsed on the spot.
I booked over to Yorick, who was holding the shelf, and tried to lift the one leaning on it.
"Yorick," I said. He nodded as I reached for the tilted shelf and began forcing it upright. With most of the products spilled, it was lighter, and I managed to set it back in place. Yorick was free. He stepped away from the shelf and stared at the creature's head and body.
"What do you think these things are called?" he asked, examining it.
